Growing up in poverty, I always felt invisible to the well privileged in society. Even today as an adult living in a van, I feel invisible.
The Unheard Americans
There are voices in America-
A melting pot of those forgotten.
Poverty and hopelessness
Mask their existence.
So many turn a blind eye
To their needs.
These Unheard voices hold on
To dreams for a better life-
But their dreams may fade in time
Because they are Unheard.
Those with voices have forgotten-
Or choose to ignore-
The Unheard who are
Screaming for simple opportunities
That so many take for granted.
The Unheard voices of America
Are neighbors who live and struggle
In a life of poverty.
They hold on to Hope and reach for dreams
so hard to reach without an open door.
The well-heard voices are privileged-
Never knowing what it is like to struggle
For the very basics of life.
It is time for the Unheard Voices of America
To be given a Voice and be heard.
Open the door to their opportunities-
Nourish their hopes and dreams….
We all hold the key….
We must always listen
To the many voices
of the Unheard Americans.